On the morning of Sept. 9, 2029, outside of Roswell, New Mexico, a silver disc landed and two space aliens stepped out with their hands up.
They came to surrender to the Earthlings. In a few minutes 5 pickup trucks filled with farmers and a Roswell police car pulled up and surrounded the two space beings. The farmers and the policeman aimed shotguns and handguns at the two shivering aliens, staring at the two with itchy trigger fingers.
Each alien was 3-feet-tall, gray in color with spindly legs and thin body, they had large bulb heads like in all the movies, and big wide eyes. They shook with fear, their big eyes blinking nervously.
The farmers and police kept their guns on them and a policeman said, “What do you want?” One alien, with his translato-phone on, said “Take us to your leader.”
After a moment of silence the policemen and farmers cracked up with laughter, but a second later they stopped laughing and walked up to the aliens, put the cuffs on them and drove them to the Roswell police station.
An hour later a truck from Area 51 came and picked up the flying saucer and hauled it away. A military truck pulled up to the Roswell jail and took the 2 frightened aliens to a bunker somewhere in the desert.
When the Roswell newspaper announced to the TV stations that 2 aliens had landed in Roswell, again, the entire world went totally bonkers.
There were endless newscasts, ticker tape parades and interviews on ‘The Late Show,’ but soon the novelty wore off and the aliens were old news and no big thing.
Flying saucers were landing everywhere, so a portion of New Mexico was set aside to give aliens from other planets a place to land. They called it Area 52.
Soon thousands of little gray, spindly people arrived at Area 52. Housing and feeding them was a real problem. More were arriving daily in spacecrafts.
They had no skills, depended on the government to take care of them, and besides being weird, didn’t even speak English. Their language sounded like gargling.
They started bussing them to surrounding cities. This freaked everybody out. People would see an alien and try to remain calm but either laughed or threw up.
No one would hire them, they couldn’t do any human jobs. They only had 3 fingers so they couldn’t type on a computer, hold a hammer, or even pick grapes.
Restaurants refused to serve them, so they protested. One feisty alien tried to gain rights for Alien Americans, the leader’s name was, Martian Luther King.
Space people really had it bad. They stood on street corners holding cardboard signs with Martian lettering no one could read. They stretched their skinny legs out on sidewalks, and slept on street corners. Homeless aliens were a big problem.
With the 2032 presidential election coming up, Eric Trump, son of the infamous Donald Trump, was predicted to win.
The aliens knew they were in big trouble. Many phoned home, others beamed up.
Dennis Gregory writes a bi-monthly column for West Hawaii Today and welcomes your comments at makewavess@yahoo.com
